[Kaworu flops right back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. He's about to admit that he didn't know his body could do that, but he doesn't want to admit such a thing to Naoya. The long, thin fingers on his thigh make him shiver all over again, little vestiges of pleasure sneaking up his spine again. If he weren't so exhausted, he'd think it might be possible for himself to get hard again.
Finally, he turns his eyes to Naoya, his ever-present smile back and slightly cynical this time.]